♥ Duplicating an Engineering solution ♥

Dustin stepped into the bath, the heat of the vision in front of him far hotter than the warm water that lapped at his waist when he moved towards the two women. Rye gave a gentle moan as he reached them, Defia’s hands having slipped up and down to tease the Rabyth both above and below the waterline.

Wrapping his arms around Rye so that he could both hug her and stroke the rogue Fractal’s side, Dustin took the opportunity to kiss his women. Rye’s whimpers increased in volume as his mouth met hers, Defia clearly viewing it as a chance to increase the speed of her fingers, while in turn the Fractal’s breath grew faster once he’d claimed her lips as well.

Moving back slightly, Dustin raised an eyebrow. “You don’t need to breathe, but I’ve noticed your breathing changes whenever we do things to you, Defia… Are you trying to simulate a biological response or…?”

The void-black woman bit her lip, red eyes sparkling. “Statement. Negative, my hormonal analogues and distributed processes override my breathing simulation when I am overly aroused. Dustin, please take care of Rye first. I will observe.”

Before Dustin could reply, Rye turned in the other woman’s arms, leaning forward to whisper in her ear before pulling back. Defia blinked. “Inquiry. Are you sure you wish to do that at this time?”

The bunny girl nodded, blushing furiously. “Yea. I was gonna leave it for later, but ya got me all hot and bothered now and well… just drag it over to the side of the baths first, okay?”

Rising out of the water and heading in the direction of where the chest had been left, Defia glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at the way both Dustin and Rye were watching the water run down the curve of her ass. “Statement. If you wish to observe my rear more often, I would be happy to provide a painting.”

With the Fractal’s comment breaking the reverie, Dustin moved again, wrapping his arms around his bunny girl. “So what is it you’re planning on having Defia do that’s such a secret?” He asked as the Fractal bent and lifted the engineer’s device, mechanical arms handling what he and Rye had struggled with, seemingly without any effort.

“Mmmm wait and see?” Rye murmured, shifting her weight and pushing back against him. “Let Fi-oh get all set up and then…” she paused, one hand reaching behind her to stroke his shaft before leaning forward, her breasts squishing on the side of the pool as she watched Defia set down the heavy metal frame in front of them.

Defia stood, and tilted her head to one side. “Statement. You added the stimulation units I suggested?”

Rye nodded, wiggling her ass at Dustin as he tried to work out exactly what he was looking at. It was an open box frame, just about large enough for someone to rest on all fours in, assuming they didn’t mind tucking their knees up into essentially a fetal position. Given who’d made it, he wasn’t surprised about the cuffs that seemed designed to lock whoever was inside in position - although the hinged flaps at either end that looked like they could be lifted from the outside to remove the set of dildos (or lock them into place, forcing the occupant into taking them) were more of a surprise. “Rye… just what…” he began, but the bunny girl shook her head and shushed him.

“I originally was making it for me, and maybe Emmz once she gets done with the whole ‘being preggo’ thing. Then Fi-oh got interested, and made a few recommendations… and also gave me the measurements I needed to fabricate the dildos. For the record, how close an approximation are they, Fi-oh?” Rye’s voice was unusually breathy as she stared at the way Defia was carefully checking the restraints and synthetic dicks.

The Fractal nodded to herself, seemingly happy with the contraption and moved to sit next to Rye at the water’s edge, her feet gently kicking in the warmth of the pool. “Statement. They are modelled to point one nanometre from my internal measurements of Dustin’s shaft, as you are aware. May I proceed with the scan for the second part of this process?”

Rye took a deep breath. “Dusty, before ya freak out, me and Fi-oh have talked a lot about this. It lets me live out a fantasy, and her see a new perspective and is something we both want to do.” Then she looked up at the Fractal. “Do it.”

Red eyes locked on Rye, a hand moved to rest on the Rabyth’s - and then slowly Defia changed. Her whole body seemed to ripple as she stood up. As she turned and stepped slowly back to the bondage equipment, her legs thickened while her ears elongated. Dustin watched open mouthed as the mechanical woman shifted into a pitch-black clone of the Rabyth currently bent over in front of him. Said Rabyth, not to be outdone, promptly reached between her legs, lined him up, and backed onto him with a gasp of delight.

For a moment, Dustin’s brain was a complete blank. Rye’s heat enveloped him, her cunt gripping his cock as she rolled her body back with a satisfied hum, while in front of them a red-eyed clone of his bunny girl began to carefully climb into the frame. Defia’s voice snapped him out of the trance. “Statement. Your body design is significantly different to mine. Addendum. I will need assistance getting out of this equipment once I engage the second clitoral nerve cluster.”

Rye moaned, her whole body trembling as Dustin began to move his hips on autopilot. “We… fuck, we got ya Fi-oh. Thanks for… oh shit, thanks for this!” She whimpered, hands scrabbling on the side of the pool as she pushed back to meet Dustin’s thrusts while struggling to keep her eyes locked on the other woman.

Defia opted to just flow her arms and legs into the restraints, rather than struggle to try and tighten them. Pushing back, she let out a moan of her own as the shaft behind her pressed in, before muffling the sound by letting the dildo on the front of the unit fall forward into her open mouth.

Dustin’s hands found Rye’s waist, his hips driving forward as he stared at his two lovers. One, a golden Rabyth pressed against the side of the pool as he worked her towards her peak, the other a void-black clone bound and stuffed with simulacrums of his cock. The scene was insanely erotic - more so when Defia suddenly stiffened before moaning soulfully around the length filling her throat.

Then, somehow, in the midst of being pounded into a golden-furred mess Rye managed to hold enough of herself together to whistle. The instant she did, Defia’s moans turned into screams of pleasure, the Fractal’s body convulsing wildly in the frame. Beneath the scream, a low hum indicated what the bunny girl had done; it seemed the dildos could also vibrate.

“Why… all… the complexity?” Dustin panted, the water around his thighs turning choppy with the force of his thrusts into Rye’s welcoming heat.

“T…talk about it l…later, oh f…f…fuck!” Rye’s answer was half-panted, half-moaned as she clamped down around him, her orgasm approaching rapidly. Both women’s cries rose still further in volume, Defia’s voice breaking down as Rye’s slipped into frenetic babbling - although the bunny girl never took her eyes off the copy of her body that was bound and overstimulated in the frame in front of her.

Dustin’s own release came suddenly. One moment he was thrusting deep into Rye, the next she clamped down hard as she came - and the extra friction pushed him over the edge. With a shaky moan he pushed as deep into her as he could, his cock pulsing frantically.

In the aftermath of their mutual climax, Dustin and Rye remained joined. The pair leaned panting on the edge of the bath while Defia’s whimpering moans continued to echo around the steamy room, Dustin’s hips trembling and Rye’s walls still gently fluttering around his length with the aftershocks of her release. “D…Dusty, I think it’s Fi-oh’s turn now…” Rye said at last, slowly pushing him back and away from her. “Just lift the flap on the frame and she’s all yours.”

Dustin blinked. “I don’t think she can handle…” he began, before a gasping cry came from the bound Fractal.

“St..st…st…statement. P…p…please… utilize m…me… D…disengage… vibrations… and f..f…fuck me, Dustin.” Well, with a request like that, who was he to refuse?